Succumbing a second time

“Where are you going? Without me? Ahaaa” Maki looks over the back of the couch, stroking her chin.

Anya stares back, mouth agape, “I think that’s the worst thing you’ve ever done or said in my entire life.”

Maki laughs uproariously, slapping the couch, “Nah, seriously though, you headin’ somewhere?”

Anya nods, “Yeah. Since you two ditched me, I started a small solo date tradition to go to a cafe and then a solo movie after, and I haven’t done it since moving here, so…”

“Moving?” Maki asks, smirking, “So it’s permanent? You prepared to pay rent?”

Anya blushes, starting to stammer.

Maki roars with laughter again, “I knew you would love it here! And of course, you can stay. No rent needed. Don’t be dumb.”

Anya puts a hand to her face, embarrassed further by the teasing, “It won’t be forever; I do want my own place at some point… But yes… I might stay permanently, even though…”

“Even though what?”

Anya sighs sadly, “I feel so bad for Laura. She’s all alone.”

Maki scoffs, “She’s an adult; she can move here if she wants.”

“But our house…”

“What about it?”

Anya leans on the wall, arms crossed and pouting, “All the memories we made? When they moved in? Erik and Bill…” She slows down.

“Careful.” Maki says softly, “Don’t let his name slip out when he’s around.”

“I know…”

She shakes it off, shaking her arms and pushing herself off the wall, “Anyway, solo date day. I’ll see you after the movie.”

Maki waves as she turns on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, clasping her hands together in thought.

It’s bad.

It’s really bad.

Indulging didn’t help at all.

“I want to see it again.” She says softly, opening her eyes and grabbing her phone.

Maki smirks.

“No we won’t.” She says with a smirk.

Erik takes the elevator up to the club, nodding at the daytime staff.

He can’t let it happen again. He hasn’t even told Vi yet. How does he tell her? Well. Maybe he doesn’t. A one-time thing. A mistake, something that he takes to the grave. Surely Maki is just fucking with him in that way she loves to do; it was just giving him shit, and when he gets up there it’ll be sorted, she’ll apologise, he’ll apologise, and that’ll be that. It goes back to normal.

As he rides the elevator up, the tightness in his pants betrays his other thought; his dark desire. Can the fact that they, together, succumbed to temptation be irreversible? The bell has been rung, and Erik isn’t certain that it can be unrung.

The elevator dings. He walks through the penthouse, his skin prickling with suspicion. She’s not here. The place is silent. The most worrying part, is that Anya isn’t here either.

He knows he should leave. To not play this game. There’s only one reason she’s not waiting for him on the couch, or in the kitchen.

She wants him to look for her, to find her.

He stops in the middle of the room, breathing heavily, his chest tight.

“I should go.” He says to himself. Hoping that if he speaks it aloud, it’ll be harder to ignore his rationality.

If he goes looking for her, it’s a confession that he wants it too, a continuation of what happened at the beach. It’s an admission that he’s just as depraved as she is.

And maybe he is.

For every time he felt guilt about keeping it from Vi. He felt a taboo desire that it happened, a desire for it to happen again, a lust to feel her lips… or more. He was scared of the thought. Not even because it’s Maki, but a hope that Vi would love it, and join him.

“I should really go.” He says again. Turning his head towards the hallway. Towards her bedroom.

“I should…”

Just a look.

Just a quick look; this could be a classic Maki plan. Convoluted and flawed. Maybe, by looking for her he’s proving that he really wants to solve this. That he’s committed to talking it out properly. And leaving would just prove that he only came to succumb to temptation again.

“Yeah..” He whispers, “That makes sense.”

He opens the door to her bedroom.

“Hi, step bro.”

“Maki… What are you doing?”

“Cum in, step bro.” She says sultrily, her eyes fixed on her prey.

“This isn’t why I came.”

She pats the bed next to her, “It’s not my fault; I was getting changed, you could’ve just waited out there, c’mere… Lets…. Chat…”

Erik swallows.

‘It’s not too late to leave. Doing it again… I’d have to tell her.’

His hands clench.

“Sit down, step bro. I want to talk… a nice, long, hard, chat.” She reaches up hooking her finger in her cheek, pulling it open.

“Just chat…” He says unconvincingly, crossing the room and sitting down next to her.

‘Christ…’

His eyes are glued to her breasts, squeezed by that top of hers.

“Go on.” She says, putting a hand on his thigh, leaning forward for a deeper view down her top, “Talk to me… I’m listening.”

Erik swallows again, her fingertips pushing into his leg teasingly.

“We… The beach… It was..”

“Hot?” She suggests, licking her lips slowly.

“Yeah— No! Fuck, I..”

He groans, her fingers dragging up his leg, “I thought you came to talk step bro. Talk. I’ll be right here.” She puts a hand on his shoulder, barely pushing him back, “Listening.” She grabs the belt of his jeans and undoes them in record time, sinking onto the floor.

“Ahhh.” She moans shakily, grabbing the bottom of his length with eagerness; she looks up at Erik who only stares.

“Feel free to keep talking; I’m a multitasker.”

There’s no teasing this time, no lead-up; hell, the lead-up happened already, all Erik can do really, is push her off and take control back of this situation.

“Holy shit Maki.” He groans, looking down at her, eagerly taking him down her throat, the swirling of her tongue and the warmth of her throat sending Erik into a spiral of pleasure.

He throws his head back, his legs quivering, his knees coming together, but Maki grabs his legs with both hands, keeping them spread open, a low giggle vibrating around him.

She slides her mouth off him, gently licking the bottom of the slick head, looking up at him, her golden eyes sharp with victory, “I thought you wanted to chat? Isn’t that why you came? Or,” She presses the flat of her tongue on his tip, flicking upwards, “Do you need some help? Coming?”

It’s a rhetorical question, of course, before he can answer properly, she takes him back down her throat, jamming him within the confines of the back of her mouth, gagging as he presses against the back of her.

He groans in pleasure; he knows, even now, he can stop this.

But the warmth of her mouth, the look in her face as she stares up at him, her eyes water with struggle.

“You’re choking on your step bros cock.” He says, unable to resist.

She pulls her mouth off again, a trail of saliva keeping them connected; she grins, “And it’s fuckin’ amazin’.”

Her tongue falls out of her mouth again; she keeps eye contact wth Erik, her tongue wrapping around the side of his shaft, she slowly drags her tongue up, moaning with each ridge of his erection, before slowly sucking him back in when she reaches the top.

Erik groans again, eyelids fluttering.

Maki groans around him, teasingly popping her lips back again and stroking him painfully slowly, “So, what did you want to talk about, step bro?”

She chuckles, her free hand dripping between her legs, “Fuck… Before you start…” She pulls her fingers up, separating the two digits; her fingers are soaked in her arousal, sticky between her fingers, “Just letting you know what having your cock in my mouth is doing to me.”

It’s too late to stop now.

Erik sits up, grabs the back of her head and pushes her down again, and she is all the more keen to obey, opening her mouth wide for his thickness and enveloping him again.

Maki dips her finger below her panties again, gagging as Erik holds her for a second at the deepest point, before letting go of her head entirely.

She moans around him, her fingers moving quickly inside her own vagina. Her fingers and head move at such different speeds.

He groans, grabbing at her head, pushing her deeper, “You really can multitask.” He says between growls.

She murmurs around him, her thighs quivering as she squeezes her eyes shut; she growls, her tongue moving erratically, the frequency of her gags only increasing.

Erik grabs at the bed sheets, his other hand grabbing that long braid of hers, tugging sharply, seemingly only increasing her ecstasy.

Erik falls back on the bed, groaning loudly as he throws his head back into the dark sheets, his cock pulsing with each eruption, the warmth of his cum coating his cock for only split moments before Maki’s tongue slurps it up and down her throat, moaning desperately around him as she fingers herself to an orgasm. Her thigh muscles contracting as she squeezes her own fingers in bliss.

She slowly slides her lips off, slowly swishing her tongue around him as she pulls her head back, her nails in his abdomen holding him down, not letting her cease the attack on his sensitive crotch.

She licks her lips, standing up, pushing his knees apart with her own, “Fuckin’ delicious. You wanted to talk about somethin’?

Erik groans, his cock twitching with apparent life, the sight of her…

“We… Can’t do that again…”

She smirks, “Bye, stepbro.”

She turns, leaving him alone on her bed.

…

Maki turns on the shower, wondering, if maybe, Erik will be waiting for her on the bed.

She wouldn’t be opposed to it.

As the water washes over the curve of her breasts, she grabs at her midriff, squeezing gently, satisfied. Finally.

She wouldn’t say no to more, or to do it again… But this is what she needed, she thinks. It should be over. This desire of hers, it’s been fed, and she won’t go hungry again.